Bitter

Victim of another thunderbolt, this treacherous world Is much for me,
In scripts hand-written, thoughts then altered now – true love was never meant to be.

Softness in the eyes vanished, mellowed nature then - hard, change too much to bear,
Love in the air around before vaporized, now disappearing like never was there.

Undying love chained below, now cold and very dead,
Laughter bubbled, unmoving and still, tis stage it would come people have often said.

Phrases above mark mine own end in poetry,
Frozen ink, prosaic mind, emotionless heart heartless body … thankyou is all that is left to say.